Lush green meadowsThey admireOf thatThey do not tireEverything is valuedWhen in another placeI wonderIf it is that spaceTheir own gardensWitherI got chopped downJust like anotherBirds and squirrelsOf fruits and shadeIt’s all goneI got laid

In the arms of nature

The skies moved from dusk to dawn. It was swift. If you were sitting on the terrace or any other open elevated place you too would have noticed. It would have probably felt like the scenes from some sort of filming where the clouds move so swiftly with variations in colour to show a change … Continue reading In the arms of nature